Poem of a Wallflower

Shall the seeming wallflower
rise upon the bizarre picture painting named the crowd?

She speaks like any other people,
posture is the same like any human being

but look closer, her soul is wandering..
Aiming relentlessly flying to make a difference..

But it seems everyone is too busy
to look at the picture
Everyones soul is wandering too..

So I let time fly by spending my time as a wallflower
until someone firmly gazes over and see

That little fragile tiny wallflower that is me...